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letra de elijah the prophet - qwel & meaty ogre

when you gotta be a man and stand on your own
this globe cold to the bone
an expansive road leaves him standin alone
the printed stamp to your soul the controlled support beam purports to support dreams it
distorts
sinkin warped boards to contort seems
the floor sings its creekin warnings just pourin through me
stuck fuelin fumes like a dune in the dessert
life in fumes to the heavens
fightin wolves through the shepherds
feels like elijah the prophet reforms these tools into weapons
removes prides eye from the socket
yet infused with our brethren
when still alone like rocket man stance refusin these blessins
when it feels like you can’t carry those you love on your shoulders
depressions boulders hold us down just like the stress it gets older
the colder that we grow the farther that we wander from fathers
dishonor our brothers be bad examples to sisters
alone its madness to phathom to break you down where you standin
prayin not to feel alone upon our overcrowded planet

when you gotta be a man and stand on your own this globe cold to the bone
an expansive road leaves man standin alone
upon our overcrowded planet
just like elijah the prophet
its the longest hardest road to walk alone
but its the wisest among us that find somethin to love and take hold
and if you let go you’s a sucker
thats the word from my soul
not suggesting that we love this worldly just l-stin for gold
cause it’ll rust before you clutch it,just a functionless hold
its just the dust that we was raised from but love can save souls
with paved roads made for strayin its to dust that they go
and just because they say it loud you can’t be proud and trust they know
sometimes its frustratin
all this mistrust l-st plus hatred
its just satan f-ckin with us cause his judgement is waitin
weghted like a ton of rusted boilin chains
toilin graves its coyish flames
a slave facin his boilin lake
h-ll is hate to the core
love is joy and grace
time and sp-ce recoiling facin dunes of hot sand
immesurable treasure in rotted clock hands
no man is an island smiling acceptin gods plan
for when it feels like im alone but not forgotten i stand

gotta be a man and stand on your own this globe cold to the bone
an expansive road leaves man standin alone
upon our overcrowded planet
just like elijah the prophet

- qwel meaty ogre

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